14, 16, 22, The Skin That Turns to Blister Blue
by Aphony Cree

Corey's nipples were starting to go numb. They'd been through on going agony since he'd gotten here but still he wiggled his chest and smiled as dull pain bit into him once again. The heavy chain swung back and forth, tugging on the clamps as the boy tried desperately to hang onto the beautiful sensation that was slowly fading from his tingling skin.

The position was a new one for him. He was naked except for the thick black slave collar that had been placed around his neck before he left the club. A rubber ball gag was shoved between his teeth and buckled snugly behind his head. His wrists were bound with strong, black cord and attached to a hook set over the doorway that separated the outer chamber from the bedroom. He was stretched out and gorgeous, an angel on tiptoe, as he stood gazing at his master.

The night had started simply enough. It was the third Friday of the month, which meant the Belladonna would be having a live band play. The bar was always packed on concert nights and Corey made out like a bandit on tips. This month they'd managed to book a big name and the club was jammed beyond capacity with fans hungry to see Placebo in such an intimate setting. Corey had the time of his life wiggling through the hoards of people, collecting a shitload of money, and stopping for the occasional dance in front of the stage. Brian Molko's voice entranced him, caressed him like a lover, and he made no attempted to hide that fact as he writhed across the dance floor.

He'd been given the job of tending to the dressing room after the concert. He kept them well stocked with alcohol, talked and flirted with the band and guests when they seemed want of his company but always keeping a keen eye for when privacy was needed and politely excusing himself.

It was well after 2 a.m. when the last visitor left and Corey went in to collect the empty glasses. He stopped momentarily when he was asked to "fetch" Brian a cigarette. The man was seated on the couch wearing the red satin shirt and black dress pants he'd changed into after the show. He smiled when, without being prompted, Corey had the cigarette lit and ready before handing it over. Brian's tongue darted out to lick the brown tip, tasting the trace of Corey's flavored gloss and tangy spit, before placing it between his lips and sucking in a long drag. "You're quite skilled at serving, aren't you?" Brian asked, looking the boy up and down. "Are those talents restricted to the workplace?"

Corey was led from the club leashed and handcuffed and brought to the hotel the band was staying at. The doorman nearly swallowed his gum when he saw the girlish Brian, done up like a starlet in his faux mink jacket, dragging along a rambunctious nancy boy as his property for the night. He was walked past gawking hotel guests and bellboys, Brian occasionally tugging the leash just for the fun of watching him stumble, and placed in his bound position between the two rooms of Brian's suite.

Something cold pressed against Corey's back and he moaned against the gag as he tried to figure out what it was. Ice from Brian's drink. It ran a slow course down his spine, bumping over each vertebrae, and slipping around the crack of his ass. Brian started probing him, a well manicured nail scratching at delicate places as the boy writhed before him.

Their bodies pressed together as Brian passed through the doorway and into the bedroom. He stood there a moment facing Corey and eyeing his catch for the evening. "My little worm dances quite well on his hook, now doesn't he?" Brian wrapped a finger under the chain to the clamps and slowly pulled it away from his chest. Corey groaned, squirming back and forth as his nipples distended, the metal teeth refusing to give up their meal. A sharp squeal echoed in his throat as the last bits of skin were released by their tormentors and blood came rushing back into the much abused nubs.

Brian unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang at his sides. A clamp was brought up to his left nipple and he let it bite down for a split second before moving it to the next one and repeating the action, teasing Corey with the memory of the sensation. He moved in closer, still nipping at himself with the metal teeth. He rubbed his glass over Corey's chest, cooling the burning flesh and leaving trails of condensation along his upper torso. Brian leaned down, letting his mouth slip over the wetted skin, drinking at the droplets of water.

When he straightened up, the clamps had been fastened securely to his own chest, the pooled blood painting the nipples in shades of red and purple. He left his near empty drink on the night stand and went to the other side of the room, the silver chain tinkling enticingly as he walked.

A suitcase was lying open at the foot of the bed and he started riffling through it, throwing cloths over his shoulders without regard for cleanliness. The hotel looked like a teenager's bedroom by the time he found what he was looking for at the bottom of the case. Shrugging off his shirt, he let it fall to the pile at his feet before moving to sit on the side of the bed.

"I'm sure you've seen one of these before," he said, holding up a leather cock ring for Corey's inspection and the boy nodded. "Here's the deal," he continued. "If you can get down off that hook, crawl over to me, and lay your head at my feet, then I'll consider letting you fuck me. But if you can't succeed at that simple little task in the next two minutes, then I'll leave you hanging there and walk down the hall to play with the other little groupies in Steve and Stefan's rooms. The clock starts.... Now!"

Corey threw himself into his task immediately. He stretched up onto the very tips of his toes and tried to slip the cord over the curve of the hook. His stomach muscles flexed and relaxed as he twisted his body and tried to elongate his spine. When Brian announced that only one minute was left, he grew desperate and started tugging at his bonds, hoping to either slide free of the rope or pull the hook from the door frame. The 90 second mark neared and he started jumping up, not getting much height with only his toes to propel him. On the third jump the knot slid to the top of the hook and stuck there. Corey's eyes widened as his body was stretched impossibly tight, his shoulders threatening to pull out of their sockets. He feared he'd miss his deadline to get free and be left to dangle in this painful position until the morning house keeping discovered him. He twisted and turned, really looking like a worm on a hook this time, as he made every possible attempt for freedom. With a groan, he got up on the very tips of his toes like a ballerina and fell to the floor face first as the rope finally slipped free of the hook. He got on his knees, his wrists now bound in front of him, and made an awkward crawl toward the bed. Resting his cheek against Brian's burgundy painted toe nails, he let out a slow sigh as his lips tried to curl into a smile around the gag.

"Impressive show," Brian said, clapping his hands gently. "Perhaps I should take you on tour. Although, I doubt I'd see much stage time with such a tasty treat waiting on the bus."

He lifted Corey by the hair and unbuckled the leather strap cutting into his cheeks. Unbuttoning his slacks, Brian quickly found something else to gag the boy with and pushed his head down before he could even catch his breath. The singer leaned over his kneeling plaything and fastened the cock ring at the base of his shaft, giving him a few quick tugs to make sure he was seeing his full potential.

Corey whimpered a soft protest as his lips were pulled off of his fleshy treat and his jaw snapped shut for the first time since he'd enter the suite. Brian stood and wiggled his hips, letting his pants fall to a pile at his feet and leaving them there to wrinkle. He laid back on the mattress, pulling languidly on the nipple chain and beckoning Corey with a finger.

The boy crawled slowly onto the bed, placing his tongue on Brian's big toe and tracing a trail to his belly button. Brian watched with wanton eyes, a slow smile spreading on his lips as Corey's sharp tongue dipped into his navel a few times then continued it's journey up to his neck. It was there the submissive stopped and sat back on his heels between the man's wide spread legs.

Brian threw Corey a condom and a tube of lubricant as he wiggled himself into a more conformable position. The boy's bound hands struggled to roll the rubber on, trying to get it over the cock ring so as not to cause Brian discomfort with it's thick leather edge. When he tried to apply the lube some of it missed it's target and ran onto the bed. Brian tsked as he sat up on his elbows to inspect the damage. "Now what if that doesn't come out and I have to pay for the blanket with my meager, rock star salary? That's one punishment you've earned. Remind me before you go."

Corey smiled, squirming a bit at the thought, and quickly finished his preparations. He eased in gently at first but Brian's disapproving glance said he liked to take it as rough as he gave. Corey sped up his thrusts, moaning softly as he buried himself in Brian's tight ass. The singer gave only the tiniest thrusts in return, preferring to just lay back and let his slave do all the work. The noises he made were more like purrs and hums than grunts and groans as his body started responding to Corey's skillful motions.

The submissive wrapped his still greased fingers around Brian's instrument and started pumping it up and down. He took the nipple chain between his teeth and tugged on it, whipping his head from side to side like a dog at play. This made Brian squeal like an excited school girl and he started moving his body more on the bed, dancing under the bound boy's ministrations.

Corey curved his spine as much as he could and tried to go down on Brian while still fucking him. He managed to get his lips around the glistening head as his hands kept stroking in time to his thrusts. Brian's eyes fluttered shut and a long wail started in the back of his throat. He tangled a hand in Corey's messy hair and tried to push him down further, wanting him to perform a contortionist's feat on his writhing body. The boy's lips managed to slip down a half inch further and he ignored the protests of his over distended backbone when he heard the delightful noises this little success had coaxed from Brian. He swirled his tongue over the silken flesh trying to tempt his semen to make the journey up to it.

A deep gasp was all the noise Brian made as he emptied himself into Corey's soft mouth. He held it on his tongue until his head was released, afraid he might choke if he tried to swallow at that angle. He raised up one vertebrae at a time, his back grateful to be out of that painful position, and let the spunk slide down his throat a little at a time.

His thrusts wound down softly before he pulled clear of Brian's still trembling rectum. Corey's erection was still intact, thanks to the cock ring, and he gave himself a few teasing strokes as he pulled off the empty condom. Brian lay perfectly still, his eyes shut softly and his thin chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing. Trembling fingers sprang the clamps he still wore and Corey immediately bent down to take the throbbing nubs into his mouth, soothing them with his lips and tongue.

"Delightfully surprising," Brian said when he had regained his composure. "Most submissives are terrible fucks, they only know how to act if they're on the bottom. Is topping your area of expertise or do you take it equally well on both ends?"

"There's only one way to find out," Corey said, waggling his eyebrows in a playful challenge.

Before he knew it he was on his back from Brian's cat like attack, his arms once again being raised above his head. The cord binding his wrists was attached to the railing underneath the bed forcing his head off the mattress. He felt the bed jump as Brian got down to once again riffle through his suitcase. Corey laid there, staring upside down at the messy room as he tried to keep his hips from wiggling in anticipation.

There was a click followed by a mechanic whir and Corey looked up to see Brain capturing his bound form on Polaroid. "That's one for the next album cover," the front man said with a smile before tossing the equipment back into his bag. "Now then, let's see if you receive as well as you give." He held up a thick purple dildo, running his tongue up the side of the rubber beauty.

He climbed between Corey's thighs, grinning as the boy struggled to keep his head up to watch. "We can't risk spilling more oil on the bedding, now can we?" he asked, grinning seductively before sliding the phallus between his lips. He left smears of ruby red lipstick on the violet rod as he slowly sucked it in and out of his mouth, moaning as it tickled the back of his throat.

Corey lost the struggle and had to let his head fall back to it's inverted position, the collar already forming a bruised, blue ring where it'd dug in at the base of his neck. He heard a soft buzzing as Brian turned on the vibrating function and placed the head against Corey's hole. The boy took a sharp breath as the dildo, covered only in fast drying spit, tried to bounce it's way up his anus.

It took two sharp thrusts before the rubber tool was settled deep between Corey's cheek. Brian tightened his grasp around the end, pulling it out at a teasingly slow rate, letting Corey feel every inch of it's vibrating mass, before shoving it back in quickly and eliciting a sharp squeal everytime. His right hand kept up the methodic motions as his left reached for his cigarettes. In seconds, clouds of smoke were added to the overheated smell of sex in the room.

The fucking went on for nearly half an hour as Brian delighted in watching Corey's look of frustration grow deeper and deeper. He'd play only teasingly with the boy's member, running a sharp fingernail over the head or trying to wiggle it under the snug fitting cock ring. With a skilled twist of his wrist, he undid the leather jewelry, tossing it over his shoulder to add to the mess in the room. He removed the dildo and laid it across the base of Corey's cock and his tightening balls, just holding it there until the boy groaned and shot all over his stomach.

After he was untied, Corey was allowed a few minutes to wash up before refreshing Brian's drink and setting to his next duty. The singer lounged against the headboard as he watched Corey gather up the discarded items and replace them neatly in the suitcase. "Is that it, boy?" Brian asked when the luggage was snapped shut and Corey returned to a submissive stance at the foot of the bed.

"No sir," he said, his eyes eager beneath his dark lashed. "I was told to remind you of my punishment for ruining the bedspread."

Brian smiled approvingly, "So you were. Go into the outer room and stand with your palms against the wall. I'll be in when I'm ready and if I find you in any position other than that, you will be dismissed straight away. Go, and close the door on your way out."

Corey was quick to follow orders, shutting the door between the two room and taking position against the wall. The wait seemed to last forever. At first he though maybe Brian was trying to get him to break form so he could fake throwing him out just for the pleasure of hearing him beg forgiveness. Next, he wondered if the punishment was that there would be no punishment and he was expected to get dressed and leave. As more time ticked by he started worrying he'd served Brian one too many drinks and the rock star was passed on the soiled blanket.

He'd just made up his mind to stand there forever if that's what it took, he'd become part of the room's furniture, a groupie in advance for the next band that lodged here, when he finally heard the door open. Brian's hair was wet from his long bath and he'd pulled on a pair of faded jeans that accentuated the curves of his hips. He seated himself in a chair not far from Corey, picked up his guitar, and slowly started strumming The Crawl. The tinkling of an un-amped electric guitar became background music to Corey's breathing as he and Brian watched each other in silence.

The reclining man's face screwed into a pout as he hit a sour chord. He tried that bar again but got the same effect. "You know, I've had these strings since San Francisco," he said, reaching up to unwind the chord from the arm. "It's always a bit sad when I have to replace them. There's an intimacy about playing guitar. You can't force the strings to your pleasure. You have to caress them, make love to them, so you can make beautiful music together." He laid the undone strand on the carpet and started unfastening the others. "When a string goes bad, most people just replace that individual chord, but I never saw the point in that. It would be like cutting off someone's arm and sewing a new limb onto the stump, a foreign limb that didn't belong with the group. The chords have learned to work together. When one goes, they all have to go. That's just the way it is."

He set the stripped axe to the side and gathered the six strings in his hand. "It's always hard to part with something you've grown so attached to. These strings and I have made wonderful magic, both on stage and off. I wonder, is it really necessary to toss them out because of one sour chord? I mean, just because a lover can't fuck you anymore doesn't mean you can't teach them to give you head. Perhaps we can find these strings... one more purpose in life."

The first blow caught him by surprise, he wasn't expecting simple guitar strings to hurt that much. Maybe Corey had failed to notice, until now, that they were made of metal. As Corey caught his breath, Brian bent to examine his handiwork. Six red welts of ascending thickness striped the top of the boy's ass and wrapped around his hip. Satisfied with his impromptu weapon, Brian laid into him with a barrage of well aimed blows, each one just as forceful as the last.

Corey was moaning loudly by the time the punishment ended. From the top of his ass to mid-thigh was a lattice of symmetrical markings quickly turning from red to blue as blood rushed to the surface. Brian dropped his whip and placed both his palms over the heated globes as his tongue journeyed from the boy's neck to his ear. "Do come see the show next time we're in town. I believe tonight's performance demands a repeat engagement." With a sharp slap to the stinging ass, Brian retreated to the bedroom, locking the door behind him so there'd be no doubt tonight's festivities had come to an end.

Corey dressed slowly, groaning as he wiggled back into the tight leather pants. Bending over was a chore but he managed to scoop up the guitar strings Brian had dropped at his feet. After coiling them around his hand he shoved the ball into his pocket. When he got home, he'd straighten them and braid the chords into a single tailed flogger to add to his collection of goodies.

As he made his way through the hotel lobby he wondered if Brian would even recognize him next time he was in town. He'd probably get lost in a sea of faceless groupies, his very name forgotten by the time he'd sobered up from the bourbon and cokes. 'Oh well,' Corey thought as he wondered if he should actually try to get in tough with the singer when the tour comes back through town. 'It couldn't hurt to try.' Rubbing his sore ass he smiled. 'Then again, maybe it could.'

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